Before they knew it, they had already been surrounded.
Black Mist had appeared behind them as well.
This was absolutely impossible. It should not have happened. When they came here, there had clearly been no Black Mist behind them.
Yet the Black Mist had appeared.
The ink-dark mass churned through the air, baring fangs and brandishing claws, looking utterly ferocious.
Another Nascent Soul cultivator was touched by the mist. Countless black threads appeared within his body, wriggling and growing without end. In just a few breaths, the Nascent Soul cultivator turned black, then screamed as he burst into clumps of black fog and vanished completely.
Gai Heixinghu had originally been within the Black Mist's range of attack as well. But in a flash of wit, he shoved Wang Qi in front of him.
The Black Mist struck his body, instantly triggering powerful protective mana. Blue flames erupted and drove the mist back. Gai Heixinghu rolled across the ground and entered the defensive perimeter formed by Asutaile and A Zilülü [Ultraviolet].
This is bad...
Asutaile sank into despair.
Cultivators with far weaker cultivation had entered and left this place before. Thus, before coming here, he had been filled with ambition, hoping to seize the abnormal resources within and gain a voice in the Later Chi clan.
The internal factional struggles within Later Chi were extraordinarily fierce. He too had been desperate to gain power, then spread his wings and fulfill his ambitions.
As for the Black Mist, he had heard of it before. But in the past, even Nascent Soul cultivators had records of fighting it. Thus, he had not taken it to heart.
Yet this brief firsthand encounter made him realize something was wrong.
The spiritual power clinging to the Black Mist was indeed exceedingly inferior. One portion of his